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Poem by Walter Savage Landor


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            Ternissa! you are fled!
            I say not to the dead,
      But to the happy ones who rest below:
            For, surely, surely, where
            Your voice and graces are,
      Nothing of death can any feel or know.
            Girls who delight to dwell
            Where grows most asphodel,
      Gather to their calm breasts each word you speak:
            The mild Persephone
            Places you on her knee,
      And your cool palm smooths down stern Pluto's cheek.



Walter Savage Landor


Walter Savage Landor's other poems:
  1. A Pastoral
  2. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
  3. To Robert Browning
  4. Well I Remember How You Smiled
  5. The Gates of Fame and of the Grave


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